The beers have been going down smoothly, easing me into the loneliness of the mountain night. Normally, I refrain from liquor indulgence on worknights, but tonight I need some dulling of the sharp knives that regret and guilt bloody my soul with. So, down the hatch they go, blurring the visions of lost chances and opportunities. It's nights like these that soothe the unfulfillment of being just another retail jerk-off jerking off in the shower to images of past one-night stands where I always stood alone. But at least I was aware that I stood in the